You were a traveller who had found your way to the small village of Vengerberg. The locals seemed friendly enough to you, asking you about your travels and offering to buy you drinks and food.

Yet every single person you spoke to seemed to mention Yennefer. The way they described her, you had pictured a monster that stalked the streets at night and ate the livestock.

But when you met her at the stables as you fed and brushed your horse, you saw she was anything but that.

“Have you travelled far?”

She asked, half standing in the shadows, almost afraid to step into the light. Her eyes glimmered with kindness and her voice was soft.